Colony Drawn in Blood

One day, a secret blood-sucking mosquito drained a drop of blood from my body— that very day I realized— its thirst would one day reach the rivers within your body too.

Then, one day, our chromosomes merged in an invisible womb, and in a pillow of darkness was born an unfamiliar being— half light, half shadow.

Its face curves like a question mark, its roots of pain gather in every pore.

It sits inside the shadow, where noon is silent and evening exhausted.

It longs to rule— to tear apart the forest, to destroy the dreams of green wilderness, where humans build safe havens.

Hidden in its rage is the mark of a great sorrow.

It floats upon water, its stomach holds the hunger of birth, and in human blood it paints a dark, corrupted city.

The human body is its map— veins and arteries become the lines of a new colony.

Standing upon bridges of blood, it constructs an invisible empire— where blood, bodies, love— everything becomes its instrument of power.

Our blood merges with its hunger, and inside you and me it builds an unseen bridge— as if the chains of chromosomes bind even our existence into a colony drawn in blood.

17 August 2025 – 7:45 PM